Please don't let them see me
Sure there's nothing left to try
I can feel the light shine on my face
Did I disappoint you?
Will they still let me over
If I cross the line?
Sure there's nothing left to try
I can feel the light shine on my face
Did I disappoint you?
Will they still let me over
If I cross the line?
.
Flintberry moved with purpose, each step a ripple of starlight across the endless field of silver grass. His pelt shimmered like moonlight caught upon still water, and where his paws touched the earth, faint motes of light lingered before fading into the night. A gentle smile curved his muzzle, though there was a wistfulness to it, the ache of memory, of love, of the world left behind.
His eyes sought Rowanpaw among the veil of dreams. For a moment, doubt flickered in his heart, would she even remember him as he remembered her? She had been so young then, full of wonder and untested hope. Yet as he beheld her now, grown and steady, he saw the reflection of her spirit blazing stronger than ever. And perhaps... Perhaps the faint resemblance he shared with Copperstorm would help her know who stood before her, not just a spirit, but an old friend, and a watcher from the stars.
" Rowanpaw. " he spoke at last, his voice soft as wind through reeds, warm as sunlight through fog. His gaze shimmered with pride and sorrow in equal measure. She had endured so much, storms of loss, choices that cut deep, the weight of lives she had tried to save. Those choices clung to her like shadows, yet she bore them with courage, transforming pain into purpose. Still she healed, again and again, her paws steady and her heart bound to her Clan with quiet, unwavering love.
" You've grown so much since last I laid eyes upon you... " he murmured with a low, affectionate laugh, dipping his head in deep respect. " And I come before you now to grant what has long been written among the stars, something you have more than earned. " He lifted his gaze, starlight glinting in his eyes as he watched realization dawn across her face. Wonder and disbelief filled the air between them. " You have proven, time and again, that your heart beats in rhythm with the pulse of the forest... " he continued softly. " That your paws move with the will of StarClan itself. You are ready, Rowanpaw, ready to bear the name and the burden, the grace and the power, of a medicine cat. "
And as his words fell into the stillness, the stars above seemed to pulse in answer, bright, alive, and proud.
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